Salone del Gusto, a feast for the senses.

Salone del Gusto |

“Slow Food reminds us of the importance of knowing where our food comes from. When we understand the connection between the food on our table and the field where it grows, our everyday meals can anchor us to nature and the place where we live.”

– Alice Waters, chef, author, food movement pioneer, and Vice President of Slow Food International

A few weeks ago, my friend and I hopped on a train bound for Torino to attend the world’s largest food and wine fair, Salone del Gusto and Terre Madre. I have been dreaming of going for several years, and since we are living in Milan- it was the perfect opportunity to go and experience what I had only read about until now.

Salone del Gusto and Terre Madre is held every two years in Torino, Italy. The Slow Food community comes together during this time- showcasing farmers, chefs, artisans, educators and their foods from more than 130 countries around the world.

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Cleaning out the cobwebs. {and the fridge}

Cleaning out the Cobwebs |

I wake up early, the iPhone alarm softly singing to me, easing me into the day.

It takes me a full minute to remember what day of the week it is. The cobwebs lay thick and heavy in my brain.

I am not a morning person. Never have been. I’d be happy if no one would talk to me for at least an hour actually, as my previous roommates and husband of nearly 22 years will tell you.

I let the dogs out, wake up the kids, make myself an espresso, (always a double) then sit down at the kitchen table and think through my day.

Then I begin making a to-do list in my favorite polka dotted notebook from my trip home this summer.

My brain starts waking up, untangling itself and then spirals out of control. Like a rabbit hole, I start with one thought that leads to a hundred more.

Is this normal? Is it me, getting old? Losing my ability to focus? Or is it just life?

I’m not shocked anymore at the events that happen around me. I’ve learned to drive more aggressively, to hold my own in the grocery line or at the airport.

I love listening to my Italian neighbors chatter in the alley as I wash dishes at the sink.

I zip into and around the hundreds of round-a-bouts without thinking twice, breaking a sweat or getting dizzy.

I still laugh out loud, but am used to having zero personal space at the grocery store, on the sidewalk, in a café.

I’m even used to seeing grown Italian men peeing by the side of the road almost every single day.

But after living here almost a year and a half, I’m still surprised at the amount of thought every single daily chore takes. I wonder how the Italians do it?

Do their brains hurt at the end of the day from all the extra brain power that must be used to get through the day? Probably not, they are used to how things run (or don’t run) here. It’s part of their DNA, I’m pretty sure.

My DNA is so different. I’m American through and through, but I long to be Italian. I have a love affair with Italy and will never be the same after living here. But my head still swims in the details of living life in bella Italia!

My thoughts go something like this…

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Show me your neighborhood around the world! {Basiglio, Italy}


Show me your Neighborhood {Basiglio} |

Today I’m going to take you on a walk through my little Italian neighborhood!

I find it fascinating to learn about + see where other people live, and was thrilled when I found Annabelle’s blog and lovely project, Show me your neighborhood around the world last year.

It was so fun to read about other neighborhoods literally all around the world, that I thought it would be fun to join in. I signed up for it earlier this year, and today it’s my turn to share!

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